Pogue/Tyler
Naughty & Romantic
Inspired by these: /Luv-StuffErotic-Toys/Chocolate-Pen
"Tyler."
"What?"
"Tyyyler."
"Yeah?"
"Tyyy-"
"What do you want, Pogue?" Tyler sighed, finally looking up from his homework to glance at the older boy spread out on his bed.
"Do you know what today is?"
"...Tuesday?" Tyler froze, dates running through his head as he tried to remember the significance of this particular day.
"You didn't remember."
"Uh, yeah, I did. Happy.. anniversary?"
Pogue laughed and sat up, shaking his head, "No, man, at least I don't think so.. anyway, today Reid's stuck going to that family thing, remember?"
Tyler let out a sigh of relief and went back to his homework, "Yeah, so?"
"So, I was thinking we use that to our advantage, we have the whole night to ourselves. Just you, me, and your bed. Or Reid's, but I wouldn't trust that."
"You're oversexed."
"Only because you let me be," Pogue grinned, getting up to go stand behind Tyler, his arms wrapping around his shoulders as he kissed Tyler's neck. "C'mon, I found those chocolate pens Reid bought at Spencer's."
"I have a test to study for, Pogue, you know that."
"Yeah, I know, I have the same one tomorrow, so how about you take a break and we study each other and then we can see if we can cram that useless information into our heads in study hall tomorrow?"
"You get one hour," Tyler sighed, closing his book.
"What?" Pogue laughed, "You can't give me a time limit."
"59 minutes, 59.. 58.. 57 seconds.."
"Okay, okay, I got it, but in that case," Pogue smirked and pulled Tyler out of his seat, pushing him onto the bed and climbing on top of him right away.
Tyler seemed to be unphased though, "Can you hurry this up?"
Pogue chuckled and shook his head, not believing Tyler's facade, but when a couple of minutes passed by and Tyler was just barely kissing him back, he decided to try a different approach.
"How about I help you study?"
"Is there a lame sex joke coming up now?"
"No," Pogue rolled his eyes and dug around Reid's nightstand for that chocolate pen he had found before. "I'll ask you a question and you answer, if it's right, this tool comes in handy," he shook the pen a bit, "And if you're wrong, nothing happens."
"Now I'm interested."
"So school's a kink of yours?"
"No, but I'd like to keep my A, thank you very much."
"Whatever, genius boy," Pogue chuckled, "Ready?"
"As I ever will be," Tyler murmured, folding his hands under his head, cool and calm.
Twenty minutes later, he was the exact opposite. Pogue had him writhing and squirming and breathless from all the teasing he was doing-- and he was still asking questions. How was Tyler supposed to answer when the only thing he could manage to say was fuck.
He managed to get something right though, he wasn't really sure what, and Pogue traced down his stomach with the pen, stopping right before the button of his jeans. His mouth followed that trail and Tyler was bucking under the feel of that tongue and those teeth on his sensitive skin there.
"Okay, okay, forget studying, just do.. do.. something, God..."
"Nuh uh," Pogue smirked, "This is fun."
Tyler let out a whine; this was going to be a long night.
The next morning, he woke up a) late; b) sticky; and c) completely clueless as to what was on the test.
He was never 'studying' with Pogue again.
